A few months ago, a female photographer complimented my appearance while taking my portrait. Perhaps because I was slightly stressed that day and, as a result, less focussed on filtering (or airbrushing) my scattered self-consciousness, I answered, “I actually don’t really know what I look like!”. She seemed surprised. I was surprised she was surprised.…
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